Christ on a stick! You guys are just the sweetest! All tanked up on oxygen here comes chapter six, slightly (ok, very) inspired by the sweetest girl to ever grace this earth. I love you Angel
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Jellicos

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Chapter six: First comes love…

I lead her into the room and as I reach the bed I turn to face her, not sure what to expect. Is she ready for this? Are we moving too fast?

But as I face her my worries are gone, the questions erased from my memory.

She's smiling. A smile that turns my inside liquid. She looks at me like a wildcat would, knowing it has just cornered its prey. And as she moves towards me, the feeling only intensifies. Gracefully, determined, she pushes me onto the bed, mounting me, every movement like a dance, so fluid, so precise. As she tilts her head down to claim my lips I forget how to breathe.

My hands tangle in the silky, blonde hair, wanting her closer, deeper. Tongues are battling, exploring, trying to taste everything at once. Arching up to her, hungry moans vibrate from my throat.

I protest as she pulls away, but only until I se why. She is sitting on top of me, slowly undressing. My fingers gravitate like magnets to the exposed skin of her abdomen.

Her reaction to my careful touch is enough to send me on a power trip to last a lifetime. I watch her in awe. Her flushed skin, tussled hair, lips that are still red and swollen from our kiss are parted, letting shallow erratic breaths slip out.

But her eyes… glazed and dark, capture me and in this moment I know that there is nothing I would ever deny her, nothing I wouldn't do for her. I surrender myself to those eyes, to her.

Memories where made that night, quite possibly for the whole neighborhood to hear.

But seeing her wither beneath me, crying my name as she tumbled over that edge, again and again, I never knew anything to be as beautiful.

That afternoon, falling asleep in her arms, exhausted and sweaty I knew. But it would be a while before I ever told her.

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I woke that night feeling cold. Opening my eyes I found myself alone in bed. It didn't take me more than a second to panic. Damn it! I fucked up again!

A few moments I sat frozen in bed, not able to think. Should I rush after her? Maybe she's still close by, maybe she hasn't gotten that far yet?

"You're awake." I jump at the soft voice from the doorway. She's standing there, dressed in my robe with two cups of coffee in her hands. And she's beaming.

I have to fight the urge to cry from relief as she comes back into bed and hands me one of the cups.

"I figured some coffee would do us good before shift." She smiles and kisses me softly before taking a sip from her cup. I just watch her, too happy to speak.

"You okay?" She has noticed me starring and looks at me over her cup.

"Perfect." I whisper and take a sip of the hot liquid myself.

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We had agreed on taking our separate cars to work. Catherine needed to get home to change clothes. And besides, there was no use giving the gang a reason to wonder why we show up to shift together.

Still, I was barely aware of Greg talking as I was sitting in the break room, waiting for her to walk through that door.

"…and then a banana came walking up to me to tell me I was going to be king of munchkin land."

"Huh?" I look away from the doorway and up at Greg who is glaring at me.

"So now you're listening?" He says, smirking at me. I could kick myself. Could you be more obvious Sidle?

"Sorry Greg." I smile apologetically at him, hoping he will drop the matter. But then that is as likely as Grissom becoming a cub-scout leader.

"Waiting for someone?" He is enjoying this way too much.

"Nah, just didn't get much sleep." I say as nonchalant as possible, shrugging.

"Right." His grin broadens alarmingly wide but quickly fades back as I master my most warning 'drop it or die'-glare.

"Man, I'm telling you!" Nick is gesturing wildly as he walks into the room ahead of Warrick who is shaking his head. "Fifty bucks say's I'm right."

"You're on man." Warrick laughs as they shake hands. "I could use that money."

"No, you'll lose that money." Nick smirks at him and Warrick waves him off.

"No way man. I know that girl, I'd know if it was true." He turns away from Nick to fill a cup of coffee.

"You just can't stand that it isn't you." Nick knows he hit the spot with that one and grins as he lunges down in the couch next to Sara.

"Screw you man." Warrick grins back and turns a chair around to straddle it.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" I am way too confused to sit quiet any longer.

"Catherine's in love." Nick grins and winks at Warrick.

"She is not, you're just hallucinating." Warrick cuts in.

"Really?" Greg looks at me with a bit more amusement than makes me comfortable, but at the moment all my efforts are being occupied with preventing myself from kicking my co-workers faces in.

"You two have one hell of a nerve talking about Catherine like that after the way you've treated her the past few days!" Sure Sara, why not lash out on the rest of the team as well. How dare they!

"Look, Sara, we didn't mean-"Nick starts but I'm too angry to let him try to save his pathetic ass with his low nonsense logic.

"Of curse you didn't! You never mean to do anything Nick, but you did. And if you had any common sense, you'd apologize for being a complete ass to a friend and co-worker, not walking around making bets about things that don't concern you!"

"Everything okay in here?" Grissom always has the worst timing ever.

"Yeah, just peachy." I snap at him and he looks slightly taken off guard.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late. Hodges was being his usual charming self." Catherine walks halfway into the room before realizing that everyone's gone quiet.

"What? I'm not that late am I?" She looks around the room before fixing her eyes on Nick who has just stood up. His head is drooping slightly as he walks up to her and Warrick takes the hint to follow.

"Catherine, I just wanted to say how sorry I am for the way I've acted. I was being a jerk when I should have acted like a friend and supported you." He can barely look at her.

"Yeah, he's right, and I am sorry too." Warrick scratches his neck.

Catherine looks at them for a second, stunned before catching my gaze. Then she smiles at them.

"Thanks you guys, I appreciate it."

"So…" Warrick looks at her hesitantly. "We're good?"

"We're good." She confirms and smiles. God, I could watch that smile all day.

I realize that Greg has taken this opportunity to disappear back to work as Grissom clears his throat to hand out assignments.

He didn't catch the hint when the guys apologized, and he didn't get my glares either.

Within minutes we're all out on the field again and I realize just how hard it is to keep my hands to myself with Catherine so close.

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